author's note: brainrot alert!!!!! this is a one shot about jace x baela (yes, his cousin and also his betrothed) x rhaena (yes, her twin sister- targaryens are messy, aren't they!). just a teaser, no pants come off, but all aged up characters/no minors. written in second person but in Jace's perspective because i felt like it, but i hope it won't be too confusing as you keep reading!
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(bro's so handsome with his curls 🥹)
Jace knows he shouldn't be fooled by your timidness. But the way you're rolling your bottom lip between your teeth and your lashes flutter anxiously as you bashfully take in his naked chest implores him to let his guard down.
His expression softens, but before he can relax the muscles in his shoulders, a sharp voice redirects his attention.
"Don't underestimate her," Baela commands with a harsh, disapproving exhale through her nose. "I told you that I've prepared her for this, did I not?"
"I'm not-" Jace begins to deny just as Baela moves a section of your hair off your chest to reveal more of your body to him. You're wearing a shift, but the material is sheer and Jace's voice falters when the full shape of your breast is revealed to him. His mouth parts at the sight of your puckered nipple, straining against the thin fabric.
"You're not...?" Baela frowns down at him. Jace snaps his mouth close, and his teeth grind together in irritation of the Targaryen girl's goading tone.
"I'm not underestimating her," he narrows his eyes back up at his betrothed. Her lips curve into a satisfied smirk, lids falling heavy as she turns to look at her sister again.
"Rhaena dear," she coos while moving the other half of your hair behind your shoulder. Jace's hips almost stutter forward where he's sat on the edge of his bed at the sight of your almost, almost fully exposed body. "You know what to do."
Gods, you still look so coy as you approach him. Jace's eyes watch your every move, your every curve under your negligee which your fingers delicately drag up your thighs. The material collects around your hips as you sink one bare knee beside him and lower yourself onto the bed, facing him.
You finally release your lip from your mouth and Jace's eyes are drawn to the flesh that's glistening with your spit. A sigh leaves his nose when your hand finds the top of his thigh. You trace your fingers up him precariously, drawing out his sigh. Jace tries to fight the overwhelming anticipation he feels, but your featherlike touch is making every muscle in his body twitch with the need for more. More contact, more pressure, more warmth, more you.
A sharp intake of breath parts his mouth when your fingers trail up his forearm. Your nails are well-kept and the perfect length to softly scratch up his skin. Jace's exhale is embarrassingly unsteady as a shiver rolls down his back. Before he can recover, your hand presses up against his bare stomach and over the contours of his flexed abs. Your fingers splay out as they move over his chest, trying to expand over as much of his skin as you can.
